Something something becoming an accidental prostitute for Simon lol.
Hear me out though, you’re at a bar. You’re making out, you’ve had a little too much to drink. Not enough to be completely gone like you’re sure Simon is but enough to be making out with a stranger.
Then you’re back in his truck, he’s practically begging for you to let him fuck you and you say no. You ‘don’t do that type of shit, one night stands and all that’ you say. Simon’s next thing is to beg for a blowjob, you again say no. ‘Part of the boyfriend package’ blah blah blah.
Then Simon delivers his final offer. He is so desperate he offers to pay for a handjob, he cringes after the words come out of his mouth thinking you’d be offended. But to his surprise you say yes. You need the money, and want him to feel good so why the heck not.
And it’s the best damn handjob he’s had in his life.
He drives you home and soon enough after a few days he’s at your door offering more money for another handjob. You feel a little dirty but when his calloused hand slides up your thigh and his hot breath is fluttering on your neck, the feeling fizzles away into something else.
Seeing him come undone with just your touch drives you wild, it becomes increasingly difficult not to do more for him. So when Simon comes over again, this time you kneel in front of him watching as his dark eyes widen when your knees hit the ground.
And just like your handjobs, it’s the best damn blowjob he’s ever had in his life. All sloppy and filthy, not like he imagined but so much better.
You don’t ask for anything but after Simon has kissed you goodbye -(after he’s done begging to let him make you cum)- you turn to find a stack of cash on the coffee table, almost double the amount he’d given for the handjob.
It’s not long after that, that you give in and let him spend hours between your thighs. He even pays you for that, mumbles into your cunt that it’s just as good as your lips around his cock as he ruts his hips into the mattress. You don’t see it until later, long after he’s left, but there is a triple stack of cash on your nightstand.
A day later you receive a text from him saying he’ll be gone for a couple of weeks on work but he can’t wait to see you when he’s back. You feel a strange fluttering sensation in your tummy that makes you feel sick. You thought Simon was the type to hide his feelings and be more stoic and blunt so seeing that message from the hulking giant has your stomach in knots.
It stays that way, you can’t rid the feeling so much so that when he finally shows up at your door you tell him whatever it is between you had to end. It was certainly not the welcome Simon was expecting after dealing with a gruelling mission with nothing but men for weeks on end. He feels something snap in his mind and suddenly he’s throwing you on the bed, gripping your jaw, brown eyes glaring into yours as he speaks, “I’m not goin nowhere sweet’art.”
You ‘fight’ with him blah blah blah but let’s get real you let him finger fuck your pussy until you go cross eyed. You let him fuck you into the mattress until you can barely remember your own name. You let him kiss your neck until the sun starts to rise. And you let him pull your body into his as you both drift off to sleep together.
In the morning you hear the envelope, heavy with weight to it, placed down on your nightstand. Then Simon kisses your forehead and whispers he’ll be back later to take care of you.
Then, the money stops appearing but he’s still fucking you. Soon the rent is paid in cash by an anonymous ‘good samaritan’. And before you know it, you’re waking up with a glittering diamond on your wedding finger and a swollen belly that moves when Simon says I love you.
Just something about the unspoken tension between you and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, the way he looks at you with those hooded, lazy trails over your face that doesn’t give anything away except for how long they’re on you.
It’s when he finally creaks the door open to your room in the barracks in the dead of night, his silhouette recognisable in a second as you lay curled up under the covers. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t say anything, but you see his shoulders move like he’s breathing heavier than usual. He walks to your bed like he has all the time in the world- which he does.
You sit up. Blink at him in the dark. He peels your blankets off without a word, his eyes leaving your face only to trail down your body with the same impenetrable, unreadable eyes. It’s unbearable but it had to come to this and you both know it as he shrugs off his shirt, slips his sweats down.
He pushed your tank top just over your tits to suck on them. Nothing had been said yet as you gasp into the thick silence, his perverted mouth licking and sucking with no remorse, filthy sounds accompanying your silent whines as his lips pop, his tongue licking over any flesh it could find. His mouth trails lower and lower, hands flexing on your ribs, tits, thighs, because he needed this. You. Stress relief. And he wanted to find it in your body, just for tonight. Right?
childhood girlfriend trope but with simon-ghost-riley. In his eyes you're everything to him and everything for him. you both grew apart years ago when he left for the military, yet you still remember the heartbreak that you had when he showed you a college selection letter? no it certainly wasn't and you were definitely clear that it wasn't a college selection letter after seeing the infamous SAS insignia with the motto 'who dares wins'. you wanted to slap simon square in the face, he was only 19 and so were you; promises you made about moving in together, building a small little family together which were either forgotten by him or abandoned by him. sure you sobbed for a few weeks after he left and maybe hated him for the a few months but after a while you grew tired of it, because if he did care for you and your love he would have atleast sent letters asking about your well being, so you set out to find love within someone else's embrace. and after 15 years, when your husband decides to invite his team over for dinner,now imagine the sheer shock on simon's face when his captain introduces you as his wife.
Kinktober Day 10: Breeding
it's kinktober, innit
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Bye now - Mars ♡
It was a simple comment. A simple comment about how "Price had a dad bod, I bet he's so cuddly" and that's how you ended up here.
Being split open by your husband's thick monstrous cock. His thrusts relentless like he wanted to drill you through the mattress
The bed creaked and cried with every mean snap of his hips, sending his cock deeper into your pussy. The tip kissing your womb every time he rutted against you.
Simon wraps his hand firmly around your throat, whispering against your lips, “Still think another man is cuddly, lovie?” he groans as your pussy clenched down around his cock, milking him for what he’s worth.
“F’cking slut,” he kisses you softly, tenderly, not like a man currently calling you a slut.
One thrust forward and he’s balls deep inside you, shooting his load deep into your pussy. He stays there, deep and buried to the hilt. Face tucked into your neck as he bites and sucks love marks onto you.
Simon doesn’t pull out, he slumps down on top of you. All of him on top of you, crushing you into the mattress, hard muscles against your soft plush.
He feels like he just touched heaven, he lazily grinds his cock into you, still needy for you. Your pussy clench around him,
“I’m cuddly” he says with a grunt but the way he pulls back to look at you, he looks like a whiny baby, so beautiful
“Mm”
“You cuddle me, lovie”
You smile, sneaking a hand down to pat his ass, only because you knew how much it annoyed him. Simon laughs softly and bites you and he starts thrusting again, pounding hard and rough into your overwhelmed, filled to the brim, hole.
Simon believed in soul mates. But he knew he just couldn't feel it with Johnny, but it was close. He really did love John. He had and incredible smile that felt like home and humor that made him belly laugh when he was in the privacy of his own room.
He was in love with his mind and the drive in him. But he just really could not feel it. It was more than the right person wrong time or something. This was the right time, what was a more perfect age to fall in deep love ? Johnny had it figured out in his late twenties, he was still young enough to have kiddos and be the mature parents at the kindergarten drop off.
So why couldn't he feel lit with the perfect man? God he really did love Johnny. Kissing him felt almost right. But Soap and Almost were too closely correlated for him. He couldn't do that to him.
And Johnny understood. It was like highschool sweethearts that understood that they weren't end game. That their end goals in life were different and that they'd eventually grow out of each other but not yet.
Yet, almost, not quite, Johnny.
But they stayed friends. It was okay to be friends still even after what they'd had. Maybe it was the closeness of war that brought them so much together. But they both knew that wasn't right either. They were almost meant for each other.
So like regular friends they hand out, fuck around, midnight videogames and milkshake runs. Laughs and stories and much more laughs.
Come Thanksgiving ish time they both got approved leave. John decided to get Si out of rainy Manchester. To rainy Scotland. His mum was gone so it wouldn't be too awkward and Johnny could show Ghost around his hometown a bit. In a town so wet how did he keep his childhood home in such good condition? Doesn't mold deep in?
"Got a housekeeper."
"You pay for that?"
"Course not."
A scoff and a rattle of keys to find the door already unlocked to the house that sounded scary. Si tensed hearing screams, Johnny was unfazed.
"Johnny!"
You scrambled off the couch that you'd collapsed onto as you half watched the first scary movie Tubi had to offer.
"You're home man"
"See you're keeping Mom's house nice."
The little scraps of string and fabric was evidence of your latest craft. The lack of dishes in the sink was concerning, were you not eating while you had a craft in your mind again?
Si was still lurking by the door like a vampire, awaiting his permission.
"Get in 'ere. This is my mom's old place."
It was then that you noticed Dracula over there. An almost comical amount of blood was on screen and a very fake manual laugh.
"Hey"
You had the same smile. She was definitely a MacTavish, and she was definitely it.
